This is Gold 😌
My native corner, how sweet you are to me!..
I can't forget you!
More than once, tired of the road,
The life of spring has a squalid,
I fly to you in my mind.
And there I rest my soul.
Oh, how I wish at first
The road of life in order
Go through again, look back,
Get out of the stone roads,
That the young forces are ruining,
I would like to return.
Spring, spring! You're not for me!
Not me, you'll keep me warm,
I will come to your joyful one,
and I will hide you forever, spring.
That wave won't come back.,
What affects a fast river?
More than once, she became a steam,
The sun will reach the clouds on its wings.
And it will rain on the river again. –
No one will get out of their borders, Out
of the laws written by life,
Or it will fall to the valley in the mists.
But who will show it to us?
Will it fall on the valley with water or snow?
You won't come back like that wave,
Tell me, spring, You're young! ..
That's how it is now, in front of me
There is such a beautiful corner,
Fontanelles are a narrow bed
And a fir tree paired with a pine tree,
Floating above the water,
How young you are in love,
On the last night of the breakup.
And I see a forest near the house,
Where once had fun girls
They sang songs in a friendly chorus,
Coming from work late in the evening.
The sounds of songs rang out .,
They fought back in the woods every now and then,
And the hills responded to them,
And Bill's joy is in the free songs.
We have a cottage not far away, we often come. There are true individuals who come with tents for the weekend and do not consider it necessary to take the garbage back with them.